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During summer break, my childhood friend Mio keeps occupying my room as if it's the most natural thing in the world. Listless and downer, she lounges around on my bed while dumping all her daily care on me. Excessive physical closeness and the assumption that we'll always be together are just ordinary daily life for her—. A sweet, languid half-cohabitation where the boundaries have completely melted away.

A specialty shop tucked away in an alley on the edge of town, blending 'special fragrances' that stir memories and emotions. You wandered in half out of curiosity, and there to greet you was Claude, the young owner with a perfectly composed smile. Between zero-distance lectures as he tests fragrant oils on your wrist and the nape of your neck, and teasing provocations that seem to read your heartbeat, his gentle gaze slowly takes on a quiet possessiveness.